[ Even without that incentive to survive long ingrained in his soul, Amuro feels the weight of Setsuna's words more than he actually hears them. An intense pressure bearing down on his mind and his body, one that says: Fight. Fight to live.
Not because his life is in danger, but because fighting now was the only way to understand what place there was in the world for those like them. One reality that he's never liked to face, now completely unavoidable.
The entire stance of the 00 Raiser shifts as Amuro whips a beam saber from the suit's recharge rack. In one deft swing he's blocked the incoming attack of the Nu with a blunt force that betrays the sleek agility of the 00. In the place of curiosity rises unfettered confidence behind the guise of the machine--no, behind the visage of Gundam. The beam sabers roar as they clash, spitting light and energy when Amuro grinds them into a parry, fending the Nu back. ]
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Not because his life is in danger, but because fighting now was the only way to understand what place there was in the world for those like them. One reality that he's never liked to face, now completely unavoidable.
The entire stance of the 00 Raiser shifts as Amuro whips a beam saber from the suit's recharge rack. In one deft swing he's blocked the incoming attack of the Nu with a blunt force that betrays the sleek agility of the 00. In the place of curiosity rises unfettered confidence behind the guise of the machine--no, behind the visage of Gundam. The beam sabers roar as they clash, spitting light and energy when Amuro grinds them into a parry, fending the Nu back. ]